#prompt activities

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For the prompts ask, maybe number 4? And thank you for all your hard work on this blog!♡

awww :3 thank you sweetie!! Here you are! Have a good day/eve/night and take care. __

warning: thoughts of suicide.

  375 days, without food or light, 35 hours without water. And it felt so right. The feeling of hunger was satisfying, the feeling of the deep pain twisting in his gut was exactly what he wanted.

 He wanted to feel pain, hunger, thirst and darkness all in one go. 

 Because that was probably the fastest way to die. 

 ___ "It’s funny kid,“ a deep rumble spoke through as he opened his eyes, green staring up at the white ceiling fan that was spinning hypnotically above him. “this is what, the third? fifth time you’ve tried to kill yourself?” Izuku’s eyes squeezed themselves shut as the needle in his arm was pushed into his vein.

 "You’re not gonna succeed kid. Not while you’re under my responsibility.“  ___  "Aizawa-”

 "Sensei,“ the voice of the figure standing in front of him corrected then turned to look at the teen leaning on the table. Midoriya’s chapped lips opened slightly before a weak sorry whispered its way out. He felt breathless for some reason, as Aizawa took a step closer. “And what, exactly are you sorry for?”  “For… for trying…”

 “For trying to kill yourself and for trying to test my patience?” Izuku licked his bottom lip, “Bo-both.” “What…” Aizawa’s large and lanky figure towered him, “is exactly the problem Midoriya? You… you’re not progressing, you keep failing your missions-”  “It was a slip up, I promise next time-” 

 “There’s no next time if you don’t improve here,” he tapped the boy’s forehead, “the conflict, the hate and negativity needs to stop,” Shouta’s eyes roamed the teen’s face and Midoriya stilled, “if there’s something bothering you, you can tell me.”

 Izuku bit his lip, “I… I don’t know!” he exclaimed, shaking his head vigorously, “I’m just messing things up! I can’t make you proud! I can’t do anything right because I have no idea… what I’m doing, I don’t know what I want to do, I don’t know who I want to be, I.. I’m scared, I’m…” he trailed off, clutching his chest tight as he looked up at his teacher, his green eyes overflowing with tears, “Life is a god damn ocean and I-I have no idea…” His hands reached for Aizawa and wrapped around the man’s middle, “how to swim.” 

 Aizawa’s frown fell, his own strong arms wrapped around the small boy, hand threading through his emerald hair, he mumbled a small ‘alright now,’ before kneeling down, eyes focused on the teen’s watery green eyes, “But that’s what I’m here for; to teach you.”

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if no ones asked already, could you do 15 and 16? with like, light angst? i want to hurt as little as possible

Is this light angst? I have no idea,,, *hugs* just in case, lmao.Sorry for the long wait!____“Is this what we’re doing now, silent treatment and ignoring each other?” Aizawa asked as he took a seat next to his husband, placing his hand on the younger man’s lap and trying to get his attention.

They didn’t fight very often, but when they did it wasn’t anything fun; it was irritating especially since now they were married and lived in the same house, walking around on eggshells wasn’t fun, becoming irritated every time they glanced at each other wasn’t fun and neither was acting like children and not choosing to talk about it. 

“At least let’s talk about it Izu,” 

Izuku folded his arms, his face set in a permanent scowl as he looked everywhere else but at Aizawa. His body was tense, his feet were still and not tapping against the floor like they usually did and his freckles were darker as if they were angry too.

Aizawa’s hand slipped from his thigh and he leaned back into the couch, his head tilting up until his eyes met the ceiling fan, “Maybe taking time off work was the right thing to do,” he muttered, because that was what had caused this disagreement between them in the first place. 

Being in a relationship and a hero at the same time wasn’t something one could easily juggle; it took effort and patience, it needed complete understanding and patience just like any other relationship but just a pint more. 

Izuku’s face, however, seemed to grow darker and he stood quickly; his movement a blur to Aizawa. Tanned arms were caught and gripped by pale hands, Aizawa’s black eye shook with worry as he studied his partner’s face, “I’m worried about you. You're not being yourself tonight and you haven’t been yourself lately; you’re always angry Izuku, tell me,” hs right grip loosened and trailed up to cup Izuku’s freckled cheek, “what's wrong?”

“How am I usually then?” Izuku choked out, his green eyes squinted and regarding Aizawa with judgement.

His lips twitched upwards before he spoke, the hand cupping Izuku’s face was joined by another, “What’s  wrong ?”

“You pulled me from my mission Shouta! That’s what’s wrong! I was this close,” he poked him in the chest repeatedly, then it turned into fists; annoyed punches onto his chest, “I was close to saving her and you pulled me back!”Aizawa stood there, taking it, not saying a word. “Izuku you couldn’t have saved her, the risks, the possibility of you-”

“IT’S MY JOB SHOU, IT’S OUR DAMN JOB AND THIS-THIS FEAR  THAT YOU HAVE OF ME DYING LET IT GO! YOU’RE HOLDING ME BACK AND I DON’T WANT TO BE HELD BACK.”

Aizawa’s face fell, the millions of the emotions he had been keeping his check all rushed on his face in a go anger, fear, worry, irritation, sadness all wrapped and consuming him, “I am not holding you back. If anything this  your fault!”

“ Mine?! ”

“Constantly putting your life on the line even when you don’t have to! You’re illogical nowadays! Rash and you think that everything will work out. Well that damn stigma you have in your mind is affecting this Izuku It’s affecting what we have and I’m trying to preserve it.”

“Are you saying I’m to blame?!”

“I’m saying you’re THE REASON THIS IS BREAKING APART. We’re not trying hard enough, we’re-we’re letting out emotions get in the way and if it wasn’t for you and you-you making me soft—” His face curled and twisted into one of anger and without a thought he uttered:  “we would have been just fine.”

Izuku’s face fell and his lips formed words before he could think, “Then why did you marry me?”

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If I can ask for three at once, can you write something for 42,42 and 45 please and thank you?

yes you can!! as many as you want, uwu.here you are, sorry for the wait :3 

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His footsteps were careful as he made his way around the corner, his ears alert and his eyes shifting back, forward then left and right as he approached the bend. Crimson red eyes zeroed in on the little greenette they had been looking for all along, the little human body that had wandered into their realm, solely invited by him.

Sharp white canines clenched hard against each other as he watched him shiver in fear, cower in the corner as the wind blew mercilessly around them, sweeping the trees along with it, picking up and tossing around dirt and sand.

“Izuku.” his voice sounded way too soft than he had intended it too, which was good. The last thing the boy needed now was a booming, shrieking voice.

“Kid,” he took the teen into his arms and flinched, he was cold, his skin was so pale that it reflected the moon rays pouring down on them.

“-outa.”

Aizawa cupped his cheek gently and flicked open the bottle of water he had in his hand, he poised it to the teen’s lips and helped him drink it.

“What were you thinking, running off without me? You should have come to me, you know it’s not safe here.”

Just then, the crackle of a branch breaking echoed around them, Aizawa’s hands froze and his hair floated around him as his eyes glowed gold.

“Fuck.” he grabbed the teen and dark long wings spread themselves broadly, their feathers sparkling in the light as they stretched large and mighty before pushing upwards.

“You should leave.”

“I don’t want to go back!” Izuku voice boomed and the ceiling shook above them as his voice sang along with the wind in echoes through the darkness of the cave, Aizawa sighed and glared.

“Stop being stubborn and listen!”

“I’m not going, I’ll-I’ll only leave if you come with me.”

Aizawa blinked, his feathers fluttering as he took steps forward, staring right down at Izuku’s intense emerald eyes as he repeated once again,

“Come with me,” his voice pleaded for Aizawa to listen, “ please .”

His eyes cold and calculating roamed Izuku’s face, his freckles, his button nose, his rose lips and his determinedly stupid green eyes.

“You should leave,” he replied, “now.”

He followed the teen, however, his footsteps hesitant before he decided to. Obviously thinking with his heart just like the human in front of him, face set into a frown, was doing.

‘I’ll keep you safe.’

Aizawa’s growl of anger and defense vibrated through his very bones as several of the demons that had been following them from the start, surrounded them.

“You’re going against law.” They cheered raising their firsts and weapons, “that human is here to seduce us, consume us, consume you .”

“He’s not-”

A loud tired voice spoke up as a blonde man made his way to the middle, his horn shining gold as he stopped in front of the two, “Let us help you.”

Aizawa looked down, his eyes connecting with gold ones, “Hisashi, please.”

Hisashi tilted his head sideways, the broken horn on the left pulling Aizawa’s attention, “Don’t be gullible.”

“I’m not-” he tried to choke out, explain himself and explain Izuku’s presence.

“They’re demons, worse than us, they pull us into them, attract us and give us all their pain, they like to make us suffer, they consume us Aizawa… Why. Can’t.  You. Just understand .” Hisashi cupped his cheek, “why can’t accept that that’s all humans are meant to do, why can’t you accept our help?”Aizawa shook his head, stepping back as his friend’s eyes glowed with anger and hatred as he stared down at the boy curled in Aizawa’s arms.“I do understand, but he’s innocent, he’s not like the others. We just need to-”“I DON’T CARE. I’M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU, PROTECT ALL OF OUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS, PROTECT US, NOW GIVE ME THAT BOY !”

Aizawa shook his head, slowly and looked up, his mouth curling into a snarl, “I’d rather die.”

The blonde’s face fell, his clenched teeth falling into a frown as his eyes trailed down to look at the human boy in Aizawa’s arms hatefully, “So be it.”

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prompt asks II

1. “ Do you ever just wanna… give in?” 2. “ Should’ve gotten life right the first time. ”

3. “ They keep saying that this is all going to go away, but I don’t know about that. ” 4. “ Life is a god damn ocean and I have no idea how to swim. ” 5. “ It just doesn’t feel fair. ” 6. “You want to come here?” 7. “I told you, I’m fucking fine. If this is some sort of pity thing-” 8.  “I….I don’t ….I don’t need a goddamn hug. I’m not weak.”

8. “I know. But it’s cold out there, I have a big blanket here, and I could use a hug.”

9.“If….if you need one then I guess-” 10. “I very much need one.” 11. “……just don’t put your feet on me, okay? Those things are blocks of fucking ice.” 12. “It’s not what it looks like, I promise.” 13. “I asked you not to, and you did it anyway. When will you learn that I have feelings too?” 14. “It’s okay, I’ve heard/felt worse.” 15. “Do you believe them over me?” 16. “Don’t use that tone with me, or I’ll kiss you.”

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18.) “I trust you, do you trust me?” (Uh, a little fluffy? I'm such a baby about angst.)

Ahhh, XD. Of course! Here you are =]// I hope you like it!___

Aizawa was a careful man. He tended to think several times before taking action. He liked to think things through thoroughly and completely. It decreased the chances of failure and made him feel confident. Sometimes way too confident than was allowed.

But humans are to error. No can also be perfectly in the middle when it comes to emotions or thoughts. 

However, one thing Aizawa does want to be perfect, is the level of trust he has with his colleagues. Without it, he feels unsafe, he feels vulnerable; anyone could use anything against him and pin him down with the slightest thing he had probably managed to tell them out of the trust he had with them or by mistake (when he was drunk or just wanted them to shut up and leave him alone).

He also tends to want to trust his students. He can see the look of self-disappointment in their eyes whenever they happen to get in trouble and earn a scolding from him. And everytime they do it, his trust in them decreases little by little.

If he doesn’t trust you, he doesn’t care about you. And that’s all there is to it. 

Izuku’s right in front of him, fidgeting on the spot as he waits for Aizawa to speak or scold him. It always either one of the two really. But most of the time, nowadays, it’s just scolding. His behaviour, his actions and everything that gets on his nerves or sometimes manages to drive him up a wall.

“Izuku, what were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt.”

Now that’s different. His tone sounds very different and the expression on his face is one that the greenette has never seen before. “I-I wouldn’t have– I’m sorry,” there’s really no use making excuses or even thinking up one. The number of times he’s been here, standing at Aizawa’s desk are far too many. “I’ll try not to do it again

.”“Try?” he sounds ticked off now. The usual tone is back. Izuku grimaces and bites his lips, 

“I’ll do my best… Just… Trust me sensei, I really will.”

Aizawa’s frown deepened and he shook his head, “Izuku. The number of times you’ve done this. The number of times…” he sighed at the thought of every single thing the teen had done to end up here at his desk. 

He leaned back in his chair and watched as the teen basically deflated at his words and then muttered, his eyes glowing with a bit of hope as he looked up slightly, freckles accented as he blushed, “I trust you,” he replied, “do you trust me?”

Aizawa wanted to. He really wanted to trust the problem child. He knew Izuku tried most of the time to keep up to his promises… And the least he could do was try to trust him.

 The teen trusted him, and that was enough for Aizawa to try to trust the teen again.

 “Next time,” he grunted and ruffled the teen’s hair as he leaned forward, “don’t mess things up.”

This kid would honestly convince him to try anything. Even commit his trust.